Claire Harmony || District Nine (Wip)

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Messy blonde hair falls before my eyes as I rise from my messy bed, a yawn ripping through my pale lips. I say nothing as I rise, simply allowing my sluggish form to migrate towards the bathroom mirror. Brown eyes glare at mottled skin, marred by scars and freckles. My calloused fingers rise to the image of my face, then to a crack along the side caused by one of my many siblings.

Behind me, I hear their yells and shouts at each other as I roll my eyes and laugh. I am the oldest of many adopted children in this long-term home. Though I'm twenty-two, and more than old enough to move on my own, most of my wages are taken in taxes. A 'Capitol' tax, a 'Luxury' tax, a 'Landowner' tax.

I'm sick of it.

A huff passes through my lips as I tie my long blonde hair away from my eyes, a frown plastered across my features. I don't want to go to work today- I work six days a week, twelve hours a day, but I need the money. I dress in my once-white, now grey clothing, and stride out of the bathroom. I never have time for my clarinet anymore, and that kills me inside.

Music used to be the light of my life- not anymore.